Mojo

I was five or six when I got my finger slit
I was like "that shit hurt" then I was like
"that shit has to hurt!"
Cuz nobody stop for work, they work till the work is hurt
And I don't want no fakes around me that dig dirt
Extrovert with the sharp needle
A shark attack on rough waters like a creeper
I dont beep I pass the smack and turn this into a heater
My mind is a goldmine for casting up dimes
Quarters was my piece till I had a piece
The tension starts to rise and I begin to be on par with em
But I dont want no relations I just can't be on time with em
Wear no colors I can't clown with em
There must be something wrong can't handlе em
But as my reclusion starts to end
I start to hatе again time and time again
Cuz I'm set motion, rock hard no lotion
Drop top with porsches, and black benzes opus
Working under pressure but not oppression
My dogs ambitious without limitation
My pound moves around then comes back
And its greener like a goblin
They toxic I waste em
In the trash they seperated
Claim they made it, that shit is old
Their bones are excavated
I start to think to myself is it even worth it
All the hassle for a payment or better yet, a payday
I cause crime everyday, thats different
I got scales that deflect even Dante
When it comes to gunplay you may cry
I got the fire of olympus, you may die
Running up a check I still got some time
Till I make amounts then I'm cashing out
Buying saint laurent till I'm passing out
Passing out